Imagine part 12//
Your P.O.V//
I woke up and looked at my surroundings, remembering what happened last night. Harry coming in, our conversation, his first real smile ever to be seen from me. The smile wouldn't leave my mouth, and I didn't even want to think of the reasons why. I sighed and got out of bed, putting my hair up in a new messy bun, and found some clothes to put on over my underwear. As I left my room, I quickly walked towards the kitchen, not wanting to run into Harry, afraid of what he would act like today. He was too nice yesterday. "Oh.." I mumbled when I saw him making pancakes. He turned around and looked at me, and this time I couldn't tell what his eyes were telling me. "What's wrong?" He asked in a mono tone, as he flipped the pancake. "I didn't know you were up.. Uhm, thanks.. You know, for caring", I mumbled and Harry imidiatly shook his head. "I didn't care, not at all, I just couldn't fall asleep with your damn screaming", he said with a raised voice, making me jump a little. I knew his kindness was to good to last. "I'm leaving", I mumbled and turned around but Harry's hand grabbing my arm stopped me. "Where?" He asked. "First the studio to write some songs with Niall, and then he's gonna help me find a dress.. For the awards next week", I said and Harry nodded letting me go. "Don't let him touch you", Harry said making me look at him confused. "Uhmm..", I started but Harry was quick to cut me off. "Not because I care, because paparazzi are everywhere, don't want our managers to get mad at us do we?" He said giving me his signature smirk. I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Whatever you say Styles", I said and put the pressure on 'Styles'. "That's not what you called me last night, then I was worthy of my first name!" He shouted as I walked down the hall. "Not anymore", I said loud enough for him to hear me, I entered my room again and got ready to meet Niall.//
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